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"when front wheel locks up and tosses you over the bars please remove (at your earliest possible convenience) the brown matter between your anus and ya pants, assuming both your arms still work. In the case of arm malfunction blame the unmistakable stench on the first person to arrive at the scene thus redirecting any unwanted attention from yourself"
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Better to beg for forgiveness than plead for permission.
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